Arriving at the pack house, the silence between them is a heavier.
Theo heads straight to his room without a word, his shoulders hunched, steps heavy. Eryx and Morgana veer off toward theirs in a similar quiet, the air between them tense and strained.
Once inside, Morgana disappears into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her.
Her phone won't stop vibrating dozens of messages lighting up the screen as it buzzes relentlessly on the marble counter in the bathroom.
She ignores it, locking the door and turning on the shower. Steam begins to fill the space, clouding the mirror as she stands under the rushing water, letting it soak her skin, her scalp, her thoughts.
After a few moments, she reaches for the small, corked vial tucked inside the hidden pouch of her toiletry bag.
She uncorks it, the scent of herbs and earth rising faintly into the air. Her fingers tremble, just a little, as she pours the thick liquid into a glass and swallows it quickly.
